The cruelties of being a dog owner

Ok. So, maybe I exaggerated. I wouldn't call it "cruelties", I guess. Just the downside.

Not only does your dog dictate where you go and how long you are gone for, they dictate where you CAN'T go. Sorry, you can't go away for a weekend, I have to be fed and let out. You can't go and enjoy yourselves for a weekend, without giving up your firstborn for kennel fee's (hmmm...somedays that sounds like a deal).

But, the thing I hate most (and really, I do love my husband's dog, really.) is taking her out to poop. She has to poop, and I have to clean it up. That just doesn't seem right. No one follows me around and cleans up my poop if I were to so choose to poop in my yard, why do I have to follow her around and pick up hers? I know, I know, or else the world would be full of dog crap.

But, that brings me to my main pet peeve about my pet. The dog pooping. I just stand there and try to look ANYWHERE but at her, as she is taking a dump. But really, if I don't look at her, she is liable to wander off. So, cars are passing by, my dog is taking a dump, and I am staring at her ass. Ah. The rewards of owning a pet.

But, in all honesty, she is stupid (had parvo as a puppy, i use that as the excuse for her), and she chases shadows, causing major riots in the house, and we can't go anywhere for more than 12 hours, for fear she poop in the house, but she is a good dog.

As good as dogs get, anyways.

She is Madalyn's best friend, and plays with her all day, licking her (yuck), and letting her lay all over her. She is a rottie, so that scares away potential burglers (of which there have been 7 in the last couple weeks. What is happening to you, Eastwood, Syracuse, NY?), and its always nice to have a dog around when you are by yourself late at night (on the rare occasion that Vin isn't home). And, she favors me, over my husband. Which, I still don't get. I never liked her. Ever. Then we get married, and boom. She is my dog now, as well. She follows me around, She lays on my side of the bed (and sometimes on our bed --when Vin isn't looking), and she has only 'wandered away' from our yard a couple times (causing me to get really frantic, for fear of losing my husbands dog), but I would miss her if she were to die, or wander away.

One more thing--As dog OWNER's...why are WE catering to their every need? If we OWN them, you would think they would cater to our needs, like little pooch servants. Someone needs to change the title. We are Dog Owned. Because, dogs certainly dictate our lives more than most people would like.

I can picture it now. Some little old lady with some little yapping dog, "Do you have a dog?" As we stare at the little yapper that is just the right size for a drop kick,  "No, sorry, ma'am. My dog has me. I am owned by my dog. But at least my dog is a real dog, and weighs more than my cat."

All in all, I love her, but life would be better if I did not have to try and look anywhere but at my dogs ass while she is taking a dump.

Au revoir.


See. I do love my dog.